Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Sisley took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the ring, unfolded it and handed it to Dumbledore.

He took the piece of paper, looked at it and said, "What happened to the issue of the Daily Prophet that reported on your father...?"

"Let's talk about the content first. A real Slytherin. Now I'm like a headless fly. Everything seems to be a clue. A real Slytherin. I think he has something to do with Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. If the Chamber of Secrets If I can't find it, I decided to wait until after the holidays and go to the Slytherin common room to have a look, and remember to open the back door for me then."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Okay."

"Then there is the side where the Daily Prophet was bloodbathed by Pernos Thorne. As a result, it has no memory at all. At that time, it dared to report on Ethan Thorne's affairs. I don't believe they were betting on Ethan Thorne's temper. good."

"And Mr. Sgrahorn told me before that this report was not written by the Daily Prophet themselves, but suddenly appeared in the Daily Prophet's newsroom and was reported by this person."

"Atticus Gale, is he the one who published this article? Do you have any impression?" Sisley asked, pointing to the name of the publisher.

"A... relatively mediocre Ravenclaw, he is almost fifty now." Dumbledore sighed.

"Do you know where he is now?" Sisley asked again.

"What are you going to do?"

"A mediocre person, how dare he dare to publish this manuscript of unknown origin? I guess he was under the Imperius Curse. And not only him, but the person who reviewed it at the time must also have some problems." Sisley said .

"Let me reminisce... The Daily Prophet, which he had left a few years ago, should now be in... Sunderland, in the north of the country. I remembered that his granddaughter is a third-year Ravenclaw. Student, named Trey Siegel.”

"Sunderland...Okay, maybe I will go to your office later...give me the newspaper back." Sisley reached out and took the newspaper from Dumbledore's hand and said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Scare him, if he really sees the person who cast the Imperius Curse on him... I hope his memory has not been washed away." Sisley said, turning into a burst of white mist and disappearing in place.

Ten seconds later, Sunderland... Sisley appeared in the sky above Sunderland, his silver eyes emitting a faint blue magical light, looking towards one of the small villas on the beach that exuded a faint magical light.

"It should be there..." Sisley murmured, and with a buzzing sound, he disappeared into a ball of white mist, and suddenly appeared in front of the door in the blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom!

Sisley knocked gently on the door.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps in the house, and then the door was gently pushed open, revealing a beautiful little wizard with fair skin, a good face, and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Trey Siegel?" Sisley asked with a raised eyebrow.

Apparently Tracy also recognized Sisley and seemed nervous for a while. He held the door handle tightly and said nervously: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"Who are you, Atticus Garr?" Sisley asked, raising his eyebrows.

"My grandpa...what happened?" Tracy said stiffly.

"That's right...call him out!" Sisley nodded, then roughly opened the door, pushed Tracy aside and walked into the house.

"My grandpa is not at home..." Tracy moved slowly towards the small table in the corner.

The grimoire suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the tyrannical magic blocked the nearby space. Sisley sat directly on the sofa and looked at the decoration of the house. He used a lot of technological products, phones, TVs, vacuum cleaners, lights... The kitchen on the other side also has technological products such as microwave ovens.

Then he looked at a relatively conspicuous magic wave on the second floor, sighed and said: "Go and ask him down, so I don't have to go up and drag him down myself... I'm just asking something, it's okay. .”

At this time, Tracy had quietly moved to the small table, and had slightly obtained the wand. Then a dazzling red light quickly hit Tracy, and her wand also swirled and flew into Sisley's hand.

Sisley stretched out his hand slightly and shook it lightly. Tracey immediately felt a huge force grabbing her throat, and was lifted up, then was thrown hard against the wall next to her.

"Tracy! You are not in Hogwarts right now. If Trace detects you performing magic outside the school, you will be warned. If you want to practice magic, can I accompany you to Diagon Alley tomorrow?" A voice came from upstairs. The muffled voice sounded like he had just woken up.

"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink as a penalty..." Sisley looked at Theresa who was on the ground in pain and couldn't get up, curled her lips, and walked upstairs as he spoke.

"Tracy? What's wrong with you Tracy!" Before Sisley could walk up the stairs, he heard a voice coming from upstairs, followed by chaotic footsteps. A man wearing a sweater, long johns, and black-rimmed glasses , the neatly combed wizard ran down with his wand in hand.

The wizard did not see Sisley. He first saw a ball of red light, and then the wand came out and flew into Sisley's hand. The next moment, Sisley waved his hand gently and suddenly lost consciousness. .

.........

"Ha--ah...who are you?" The wizard took a deep breath first, then looked at himself who was imprisoned on the sofa and Sisley sitting on the coffee table and asked.

"I am Sisley Thorne, the son of Ethan Thorne. I want to ask you something now. And you, you are Atticus Garr, right?" Sisley had a sullen face, not afraid of his retribution. Auror, just say it so bluntly.

"I knew it...it's still here..." Atticus muttered, looking at Sisley in despair.

"Don't be nervous, as long as you answer my questions seriously, you will all be safe." Sisley said softly.

"Tracy! How is Tracy?" Atticus asked anxiously after shaking his head.

Sisley stepped aside, and Tracy lay limply on the sofa. Her whole body was restrained by magic. Her lips were pursed tightly. She made a sound of "Hmm" when she saw Atticus.

"She's safe. Now I want you to tell me where this report came from." Sisley took out the Ethan Thorne report and showed it to Atticus.

Atticus looked at the newspaper in Sisley's hand and felt a sense of despair. He said tremblingly: "I did send this article, but there is a reason. Please listen to my explanation!"